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SONGS 


OF  THE 


PAC  I  PI  C. 


OR 


LIGHT  ON  THE  SAMOAN  QUESTION. 


COPYRIGHTED. 


PACIFIC  BANK,  PUBLISHERS. 

SAN  FRANCISCO,  GAL. 

1889. 


THESE  rare  gleanings  of  the  South  Sea  Isles  are 
here  reproduced  in  the  hope  that  the  vivid  picture 
they  paint  of  the  inner  life  and  thoughts  of  these 
little-known  races  will  be  of  great  service  in  unravel 
ing  the  troublesome  Samoan  question. 

We  feel  sure  that  nothing  has  ever  been  offered  to 
the  American,  German  or  British  public  of  equal 
merit,  bearing  on  this  subject;  and  we  certainly  think 
that  an  intelligent  perusal  will  convince  the  most 
sceptical  that  hydropathic  treatment  is  the  proper 
remedy  for  all  those  laboring  under  the  hit-me-if-you- 
dare  fever. 


THE 


Song  of  Milkanwatha 


TRANSLATED  FROM  THE  ORIGINAL  SAMOAN-FEEJEE. 


BY 


MARC  ANTONY  HENDERSON,  D.  C.  L, 

PROFESSOR  OF  THE  SAMOAN-FEEJEE  AND  SOUTH-SEA  ISLANDS  LANGUAGE 


AND  LITERATURE. 


There  were  who  spiritual  legends  feigned, 
Half  lofty,  half  profound,  not  nigh  half  true." 

Philip  James  Bailey. 


'  He,  of  a  damsel,  with  fellow-maidens  sporting", 
In  vital  brilliance  dropping'  through  the  star  gate 
Of  the  high  luminous  land,  was  born; 
And  lifting  into  life  his  facial  flower, 
Throughout  the  vast  passivity  he  passed, 
All  active;  scaling  on  foot  the  mount, 
That  he  his  starry  ancestry  might  hail, 
There  converse  held,  with  all  the  eloquent  orbs; 
Adown  a  foamy  torrent,  in  a  skiff, 
Dimpling  the  wave,  he  sped;  great  the  show 
Of  lawny-weepers,  lifted  to  dim  eyes; 
He  fainted,  asked  the  wratery  powers,  and  at  last, 
With  eyne  by  spirit-fire  purged,  discerned 
How  sweet  was  truth,  for  death  in  truth  was  life. 
Initiate,  mystic,  perfected,  epopt, 
Illuminate,  adept,  transcendent,  he 
Ivy-like  lived,  and  died,  and  again  lived, 
Eesuscitant — God  of  psycho-pompous  function." 
" The  Mystic." — PHILIP  JAMES  BAILEY. 


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TRANSLATOR'S  PREFACIi 


WORD  or  two  with  reference  to  tlie  following 
Poem  which  is  herewith  presented  to  the  civ 
ilized  world. 

That,  in  many  of  its  parts,  there  is  a  strong  corres 
pondence  between  it  and  Mr.  Longfellow's  great 
Avork,  "The  Song  of  Hiawatha, "is  too  apparent  to  be 
overlooked.  But  so  far  from  basing  upon  this  simi 
larity  of  incident  and  treatment,  a  charge  of  literary 
piracy  against  Mr.  Longfellow,  as  has  been  done  by 
some  who  have  discovered  a  much  fainter  likeness  to 
a  poem  of  Scandinavian  origin — the  translator  recog 
nized  in  it  only  another  evidence  of  that  unity  of 
thought  which  characterizes  the  human  species,  and 
which  is  a  natural  consequence  of  the  unity  of  the 
races,  of  which  the  great  family  of  man  is  composed. 

How  far  the  "Song  of  Hiawatha"  may  be  justly 
deemed  an  imitation,  however,  in  outline,  incident,  or 
versification,  of  the  Scandinavian — or  of  the  poem 
from  the  Feejee,  here  presented  to  our  readers — it  is 
for  them  and  not  the  translator,  to  decide;  but  it  is  be 
lieved  that  a  careful  comparison,  one  with  another, 
will  disclose  many  curious  resemblances  in  form  and 
feature,  which  may  be  thought  worthy  the  attention 
of  men  of  letters. 

It  is  hardly  necessary  to  add  that,  so  far  as  he  was 
able  to  appreciate  the  spirit  of  the  Poem,  the  transla 
tor  has  endeavored  faithfully  to  retain  it. 

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6  TRANSLATOR'S  PREFACE. 

The  liberties  which  he  has  taken  have  been  verbal 
only,  and  such  as  are  unavoidable  in  transplanting 
the  ideas  and  emotions  of  a  people  from  their  own 
language  to  another. 

For  example,  "Polli-wog-in"  has  been  translated 
farmers,  although  the  use  of  the  word  may  seem  a 
strange  one  to  those  into  whose  conception  of  the  Fee- 
jee  character  the  idea  of  industry  has  never  entered. 

The  reason,  however,  is  obvious — since  our  esti 
mates  of  things  are  always  relative,  and  he  who  keeps 
a  pig  or  grows  a  square  yard  of  potatoes  among  a  peo 
ple  distinctively  savage,  judged  by  their  standard  of 
labor,  is  as  emphatically  a  farmer,  as  the  man  who 
plows,  in  America,  his  hundred  acres,  and  whose  cat 
tle  graze  upon  a  thousand  hills. 

Several  words  and  forms  of  expression  which  in  our 
language  have  become  obsolete,  such  as  her'n,  his'n, 
ouch,  not  never,  not  for  no  one,  didn't  nothing,  a- 
rolling,  a-sitting,  etc.,  are  retained  because  of  their 
striking  analogy  to  words  and  expressions  represent 
ing  the  same  ideas  in  the  Feejee  tongue. 

The  word  that  designates  the  Water  treatment  which 
we  call  Hydropathy,  is  so  rendered  from  the  original, 
"Sit-an'-shiver. 

If  the  objection  be  made  to  the  scenes  and  charac 
ters  as  represented  in  the  translation,  that  they  indicate 
so  advanced  a  stage  of  social  progress  as  to  suggest 
the  probability  of  their  having  caught  an  unconscious 
coloring  from  the  fancy  of  the  translator,  it  may  be 
fairly  met  with  the  presumption  that  a  closer  famili- 

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TRANSLATOR'S  PEEFACE.  7 

arity  with  the  manners  and  mode  of  life  of  the  Feejees, 
on  the  part  of  the  reader,  would  show  the  invalidity 
of  such  objections. 

To  give  an  impulse  to  investigation  in  this  direction 
is  the  translator's  only  motive  in  publication,  and  his 
earnest  hope  is  that  this  simple  Poem  may  serve  to  in 
terest  the  Christian  World  in  the  people  among  whom 
it  is  still  preserved,  and  in  whose  midst  he  has  spent 
several  memorable  vears. 


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ARGUMENT. 


>HE  Birth  and  Childhood  of  the  Hero.     His  youth . 
He  forms  the  acquaintance  of  two  singular  in 
dividuals.     Goes  courting  and  is  married.     His 
two  friends  swept  away  by  the  Watta-puddel,  or  Rush 
ing  River,  to   the    land    of   Ponee-rag-bag,  situr' 
farther  downward.     His  wife  is  seized  with  chills  t 
fever,  and,  being  supposed  dead,  is  thrown  into  tl 
river,  but  revived  by  the  sudden  shock  of  the  wate 
is  borne  in  safety  to  Ponee-rag-bag.     The  hero,  in  i 
fit   of  temporary  insanity,  follows  her  in  his  skiff. 
Reaching  Ponee-rag-ba^,  he  finds  not  only  his  wife, 
but  his  friends  also,   awaiting  him.     Their    strange 
preservation  suggests  the  water  treatment  in  disease, 
and  returning  with  them  he  becomes  the  founder  of 
the  Hydropathic  System. 

The  scene  is  laid  in  the  Island  of  Chaw-a-man-up, 
one  of  the  Feejee  group. 


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THE  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA. 


INTRODUCTION. 


If  an  individual  person, 
Say  John  Smith,*  or  John  Smith's  uncle, 
Or  some  other  friend  of  his'n, 
Should  propound  to  one  the  question, 
Whence  derived  you  these  traditions 
Which  you  are  about  to  tell  us, 
With  their  incidents  peculiar; 
These  strange  legends  so  mysterious, 
With  the  smell  of  trees  and  flowers, 
With  the  sound  of  brooks  and  breezes, 
With  the  roaring  of  the  thunder, 
And  the  very  wild  beasts,  also, 
Ever  sounding,  never  ceasing. 
Going  when  you  think  it's  stopping, 
Going  as  a  woman's  tongue  goes, 
As  a  lively  woman's  tongue  goes; 
I  would  speak  up,  I  would  tell  him, 
c '  From  the  regions  far  beyond  here, 
From  the  mighty  wildernesses 

*The  name  John  Smith,  which,  occurs  several  times  in  the 
following  introduction,  has*been  employed  because,  by  conven 
tional  use,  it  has  come  lo  express  the  idea  of  man  Ui  the  concrete. 

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10  THE  SONG  OF  MlLItANWATHA. 

Where  the  Ninkumpoops  inhabit, 
Where  the  Noodles  pitch  their  wigwams, 
From  the  hill-tops  bare  and  breezy, 
From  the  valleys  soft  and  mushy, 
From  the  marshes  and  the  duck-ponds, 
Where  the  melancholy  bull-frog, 
Brek-e-kex-co-ax,  the  bull-frog, 
Sitteth  in  the  slimy  waters : 

"  As  I  heard  them,  so  I  tell  them, 
Literatim  el  verbatim, 
Just  exactly  as  I  heard  them 
From  the  mouth  of  Rumpalumpkin, 
Him  as  played  upon  the  bagpipes, 
Played — and  sang  between  the  blowings." 
And  if  John  Smith,  or  his  uncle, 
Or  some  other  friend  of  his'n 
Should  inquire  where  Rumpalumpkin 
Came  across  these  strange  traditions; 
I  would  speak  up,  I  would  tell  him, 

"  In  the  trees  where  climb  the  squirrels, 
In  the  holes  where  crouch  the  woodchucks, 
In  the  cracks  the  spiders  hide  in, 
In  the  hornet's  nests  he  found  them; 

"  All — or  nearly  all — the  wildfowl 

Sang  them,  shrieked  them,  in  the  marshes, 

In  the  marshes  by  the  duck-ponds; 

Pee-nee-wig  the  turkey-buzzard, 

And  the  gray-goose  Dab-si-dido; 

Quag  the  duck,  the  snipe  Lum-bago, 

And  the  long-legged,  bush-necked  partridge, 

Ringdam-bol  le-meta-kimo." 

And  if  John  Smith,  or  his  uncle. 

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THE  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA.  11 

Or  some  other  friend  of  his'n, 

Asked  me,  Who  is  Bumpalumpkin  ? 

Tell  us  more  of  RumpalumpMn; 

I  should  speak  up  very  quickly, 

And  reply  to  him  in  this  way : 

In  the  valley  of  Mus-tug-gin, 

That  extremely  verdant^valley, 

Where,  in  summer,  green  the  trees  were, 

Bare  and  leafless  in  the  winter; 

AVhere  the  streams  flowed  in  the  Summer, 

But  in  Winter  time  were  frozen; 

In  this  very  verdant  valley, 

Lighted  by  the  sparkling  waters, 

By  the  forest  branches  shaded, 
Lived  the  man  as  played  the  bag-pipes, 
Played-  and  sang  between  the  blowings — 
Lived  the  minstrel  Kumpalumpkiii." 

Ye  who  like  this  sort  of  legend, 
Like  it  well  enough  to  listen, 
Like  the  way  the  thing  is  done  in, 
Like  a  story  so  unmeaning, 
That,  to  save  your  life,  you  cannot 
See  nor  head  nor  tail  un-/o  it, 
Tell  the  end  from  the  beginning — 
Listen  to  this  wondrous  story, 
To  this  Song  of  Milkanwatha. 
Ye  who  will  not  writhe  nor  wriggle 
While  I  tell  this  story  to  you, 
Will  not  look  and  act  uneasy, 
But  will  give  your  whole  attention, 
Without  gaping,  stretching,  yawning, 
While  I  tell  this  story  to  you; 

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12  THE  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA. 

Listen  now,  for  I  will  tell  it, 

Tell  you  truly,  as  I  told  you, 

As  I  told  you  I  would  tell  it, 

On  condition,  you  remember, 

That  you  would  not  writhe  nor  wriggle, 

But  would  give  your  whole  attention 

Without  gaping,  stretching,  yawning; 

While  I  tell  this  story  to  you; 

Listen  now  all  ye,  I  pray  you, 

Hear  this  Song  of  Milkanwatha. 


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THE  SONG   OF  MILKANWATHA.  13 

I. 

Milkanwatha's  Childhood. 


Long  ago,  in  days  that  are  not, 
In  the  times  that  no  one  knows  of, 
Right  head-foremost  thro'  the  evening 
From  the  shining  planet  Venus, 
Swiftly  down  came  Kimo-kairo, 
Married,  but  without  no  children. 
She  was  climbing  up  a  plum-tree, 
Plum-tree  in  the  planet  Venus, 
Climbing  with  some  other  women, 
When,  alas,  the  branch  she  stood  on 
Cracked  and  snapped,  because  'twas  rotten, 
Cracked  and  snapped  off  quite  completely, 
And  head-foremost  thro'  the  evening, 
Fell  the  long-haired  Kimo-kaitb. 
Fell  the  shrieking  Kimo-kairo, 
Fell  the  long-haired,  shrieking  Kimo, 
Down  to  Plow-e-tup  the  cornfield, 
In  the  cornfield  soft  and  mushy. 
c  Look!  a  rocket!"  said  the  farmers, 
'  Some  one  must  have  fired  a  rocket, 
'Cause  that  was  the  stick  that  come  down." 

'Midst  the  chickweed  and  the  clover, 
Lying  on  some  last  year's  huskings, 
In  the  Plow-e-tup,  the  cornfield, 
Kimo-kairo  had  a  son  born, 
And  she  called  him  Milkanwatha, 

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14  THE  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA. 

Him  as  is  our  story's  hero, 
The  real,  genuine  Milkanwatha. 
But  alas  for  Kimo-kairo! 
And  alas  for  Milkanwatha ! 
She,  the  mother,  was  so  injured 
Falling  from  the  planet  Venus, 
Plum-tree  in  the  planet  Yenus, 
And  the  Plow-e-tup  the  cornfield 
Was  so  very  cool  and  open, 
Such  a  breezy  place  to  lie  in, 
That,  to  save  her  life,  she  could  not, 
Keep  from  dying  while  she  lay  there, 
Lay  upon  the  last  year's  huskings; 
So  she  died,  poor  Kimo-kairo. 
And  beside  her,  Milkanwatha 
Kolled  and  cried,  unhappy  baby, 
Wond'ring  why  she  didn't  nurse  him, 
Thinking  her  alive  as  usual. 

There  they  both  were  found  next  morning, 
By  the  ancient  nurse  Marcosset; 
Her  whom  all  the  neighbors  honored 
For  her  skill  in  nursing  sick-folks, 
Chiefly  through  the  chills  and  fever: 
There  she  found  sweet  Kimo-kairo 
Lying  dead  upon  the  huskings; 
And  not  far  off — found  our  hero, 
Very  wide  awake  and  kicking. 

On  the  banks  of  Watta-puddel — 
Kushiiig  river,  Watta-puddel — 
Stood  the  ancient  nurse's  wigwam, 
Stood  the  wigwam  of  Marcosset; 
Back  behind  it  dark  the  woods  were, 

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THE  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA. 

Dark  as  pitch  the  woods  behind  it; 
Swift  before  it  rolled  the  river, 
Rolled  its  torrent  ever  onward, 
Through  the  long  and  dismal  forests, 
Through  the  mountains  and  the  valleys, 
In  the  sunlight  and  the  moonlight, 
Toward  the  unknown  Ponee-rag-bag, 
Toward  the  regions  farther  downward. 
Here  Marcosset,  ancient  female, 
Nursed  the  baby  Milkanwatha; 
Gave  him  porridge,  gave  him  catnip, 
Gave  him  pap  and  water-gruel; 
When  he  fretted,  quickly  hushed  him, 
Saying,  "Bulldog,  bite  his  toes  off;" 
Put  him  fast  asleep  by  humming, 
"Hitta-ka-dink,  my  duck,  my  darling, 
Who's  this  with  the  funny  snub-nose, 
Snub-nose,  so  uncommon  snubby? 
Hitta-ka-dink,  my  duck,  my  darling." 

Here  he,  day  by  day,  grew  older, 
Sat  alone  upon  the  door-step, 
Heard  the  summer  breezes  moaning, 
Heard  the  waters  ever  plashing, 
Sounds  unusual  and  peculiar; 
Tizzarizzen,"  sighed  the  breezes  — 
Splosh-ka-swosh-ky,"  plashed  the  river. 

Here  he  saw  the  Melee-we-git, 
Lightning-bug,  the  Melee-wee-git,, 
Saw  the  Feesh-go-bang,  mosquito, 
Saw  Snappo,  the  pinching-beetle, 
Saw  the  dragon-fly,  Snap-peter, 
And  the  flea,  too,  Sticka-ta-wa-in. 

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16  THE  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA. 

Saw  above  him  in  the  heavens, 
The  Aurora  red  and  glowing — 
Wondered  what  it  was  that  did  it- 
Said,  "What  is  that  there,  Marcosset?" 
And  Marcosset  up  and  answered, 

"  Once  an  angry  boy  I  know  of, 

Took  and  clutched  his  uncle  To-bee, 
Took  and  pitched  him,  in  the  evening, 
Up  into  the  starry  heavens; 
Right  against  the  boulder  pavement 
Of  the  Milky-way  he  pitched  him, 
And  his  blood  and  brains  went  splashing 
Over  all  the  sky  around  there, 
That's  what  makes  them  spots  upon  it — 
That  is  why  it's  called  Aurora."* 
Saw  the  dazzjing  planet  Venus, 
Blushing  o'er  the  dark  horizon; 
Said,  "WhaMs  that  there,  Marcosset?" 
And  Marcosset  up  and  answered, 

cc  That's  the  hole  your  mother  fell  through, 
When  she  tumbled  from  the  plum-tree — 
Plum-tree  in  the  planet  Venus- 
Down  to  Plow-e-tup  the  cornfield." 
And  whenever,  in  the  evening, 
Brek-e-kex-co-ax,  the  bull-frog, 
Made  all  kinds  of  dismal  noises, 
Milkanwatha,  trembling,  whispered, 

"  What  an  awful  noise;  what  does  it?" 
And  Marcosset  up  and  answered; 

*A  capital  pun  upon  this  word,  in  the  original,  is  entirely 
lost  in  the  translation. 

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THE  SONG   OF   MILKANWATHA.  17 

Tis  the  bull-frog's  way  of  single  g, 
Singing  to  another  bull-frog 
In  the  marshes  and  the  duck-ponds— 
Only  that,  my  Milkanwatha." 

So,  by  slow  degrees,  it  turned  out, 
That  he  learned  the  names  of  all  things , 
Of  the  birds,  and  beasts,  and  fishes, 
Of  the  bugs  of  each  description, 
How  they  looked  and  where  they  hided, 
And  their  general  mode  of  living; 
So  he  gained  from  old  Marcosset, 
Much  important  information, 
Much  which  we  can  never  know  of 
In  our  day  and  generation — 
Our  degenerate  generation. 


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18  THE  SONG   OF   MILKANWATHA. 

II. 

Milkanwatha's  Hunting;. 


Now,  about  this  time,  Sumpunkin, 
He,  the  jolly  wag,  Sumpunkin, 
He,  the  crony  of  Marcosset, 
Made  a  very  stylish  blow-gun 
For  our  hero,  Milkanwatha; 
Made  it  from  a  stalk  of  alder, 
From  a  willow  made  some  arrows, — 
Little  arrows  for  to  blow  through — 
And  each  arrow  had  a  pin  in. 

This  he  gave  to  Milkanwatha, 
For  to  keep,  he  said,  remarking, 
You  must  go,  my  little  fellow, 
Go  into  the  woods  behind  here, 
Go  and  kill  a  pretty  squirrel, 
Go  and  kill  a  rather  big  one." 
Right  into  the  woods  behind  there 
Ban  the  gallant  Milkanwatha, 
With  his  arrows  and  his  blow-gun; 
And  he  heard  the  birds  exclaiming, 

'  Don't  you  blow  at  me  your  arrows, 
Blow  your  arrows  with  a  pin  in, 
Oh,  now,  Milkanwatha,  don't  you." 

Cried  the  0-pee-pod   the  bull-finch, 
Cried  the  Nill-e-pip  the  chippy, 

'  Don't  you  blow  at  me  your  arrows, 
With  a  pin  in,  Milkanwatha." 


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THE  SONG   OF  MILKANWATHA.  19 

On  a  stump,  not  far  before  him, 
Hopped  the  Lingo-sneedel,  smiling, 
Hopped  the  Lingo-sneedel,  blue-bird, 
Sneezed,  and  cried  out,  after  sneezing, 
"  Don't  you  blow  at  me  your  arrows, 
With  a  pin  in,  Milkanwatha." 
And  a  little  off  to  one  side, 
Peeped  the  Yalla-gal,  the  wood-chuck, 
Sort  o'  feared  and  sort  o'  not  so, 
Peeped  and  squeaked  to  Milkanwatha, 
4 '  Don't  you  blow  at  me  your  arrows 
With  a  pin  in,  Milkanwatha." 

Onward  through  the  woods  behind  there, 
Walked  he,  stalked  he,  with  his  blow-gun, 
Heeding  not  these  observations; 
Neither  0-pee-pod,  the  bull-finch, 
Nor  the  Nill-e-pip,  the  chippy, 
Nor  the  Yalla-gal,  the  wood-chuck, 
Nor  the  blue-bird,  Lingo  sneedel — 
He  was  hunting  after  squirrels, 
After  squirrels  only,  he  was. 

Crouching  down  behind  an  old  log, 
Pretty  soon  he  saw  a  squirrel, 
And  it  was  a  rather  big  one; 
Saw  a  squirrel's  head  on  one  side — 
Saw  a  squirrel's  tail  the  other — 
Head  and  tail  of  one  big  squirrel: 

Taking  in  a  long  breath,  very, 
Milkanwatha  aimed  his  blow-gun — 
Blew  through  with  the  long  breath,  very, 
With  the  long  breath  that  he  took  in; 
Squirrel's  tail  a  moment  quivered, 

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20  THE  SONG   OF   MILKANWATHA. 

Squirrel  closed  his  eyes  a  moment, 
Turned  a  somerset,  completely, 
And  lay  dead  upon  the  old  log: 
For  the  arrow,  with  the  pin  in, 
To  his  brain  had  penetrated, 
Like  a  big  musquito,  stung  him, 

In  the  wilderness,  behind  there, 
Far  behind  Marcos  set's  wigwam, 
Far  away  from  Watta-puddel, 
Lay  defunct  Peek- week,  the  squirrel — • 
Lay  without  a  breath  or  motion, 
Hearing  not  the  breeze's  sighing, 
Hearing  not  their  Tizzarizzen, 
As  they  moaned  his  sad  condition, 
As  they  sobbed,  amid  the  branches, 
O'er  the  death  that  he  had  come  to, 
O'er  his  speedy  dissolution, 

But  the  victor,  in  his  triumph, 
Jumped  and  waived  his  hat,  exulting 
O'er  the  death  that  he  had  come  to, 
O'er  his  speedy  dissolution; 
And,  with  eager  haste,  he  ran  home, 
In  one  hand  Peek-week,  the  squirrel, 
In  the  other  hand  the  blow-gun — 
Fearful  instrument,  the  blow-gun; 
And  Marcosset  and  Sumpunkin,   * 
Kissed  him  'cause  he  killed  the  squirrel, 
'Cause  it  was  a  rather  big  one. 
From  the  squirrel-skin,  Marcosset 
Made  some  mittens  for  our  hero, 
Mittens  with  the  fur-side,  inside, 
"With  the  fur- side  next  his  fingers 


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So's  to  keep  the  hand  warm  inside; 
That  was  why  she  put  the  fur-side — 
Why  she  put  the  fur-side,  inside. 

From  the  other  parts,  Marcosset — 
From  the  lungs,  and  lights,  and  liver, 
Brain,  and  heart,  and  spinal  marrow — 
Made  a  squirrel  chowder  for  him; 
And  their  friends  dropped  in  to  eat  some; 
Smacked  their  lips,  while  they  were  eating, 
'Cause  'twas  such  a  tender  squirrel; 
Smacked  the  lips  of  Milkanwatha, 
After  they  had  finished  eating, 
'Cause  he  wras  so  bold  a  hunter; 
Called  him  Good-boy,  Mulee-donkee, 
Called  him  Brave-boy,  Spoo-ne-boo-bee. 


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22  THE  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA. 

• 

III. 

Milkanwatha's  Youth  and  Early  Manhood, 


Milkanwatha,  now,  was  older — - 

Older,  bigger,  than  lie  had  been 

Since  his  mother,  Kimo-kairo, 

In  the  cornfield  came  and  bore  him. 

None  were  half  as  big  as  he  was, 

None  were  half  as  tall  as  he  was, 

None  were  half  as  strong  as  he  was; 

None  could  lift  the  things  that  he  could, 

ifone  could  catch  the  things  that  he  could, 

None  could  eat  the  things  that  he  could; 

No  one  ever  laughed  so  loudly, 

As  he  laughed,  when  something  funny, 

Happened  for  to  come  across  him; 

Ever  saw  such  sights  as  he  did, 

l^ver  thrashed  so  many  rascals, 

He  could  take  and  fire  an  arrow — 
Run  right  after — go  right  by  it  — 
Then  stop  short  and  say,  distinctly, 
Always,  "Jac,"  and  sometimes,  "Robbm-suii," 
Ere  the  lazy  arrow  got  there. 

He  could  take  and  throw  a  stone  so, 
Throw  it  right  up  overhead  so, 
At  the  moment  when  the  sun  set, 
That  it  wouldn't  think  of  dropping, 
Till  the  sun  came  up,  next  morning, 
Till  the  Doodel-doo,  the  rooster, 

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THE  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA.  23 

Crowed  the  daylight  up  next  morning. 

He  could  do  the  Cutta-dido — 
Cut  the  pigeon's  wing  so  quickly, 
That  his  heels  would  strike  together, 
Eighty  times  and  even  ninety — 
Once  he  did  it  ninety-nine  times — 
One  more  would  have  made  the  hundred. 

He  had  leggins,  Roota-ba-ga, 
That  were  quite  peculiar  leggins; 
When  they  were  put  on  and  buttoned, 
He  could  step  from  here  to  yonder, 
Step  from  here,  'way  over  yonder, 
Step  right  up  on  the  horison, 
And  converse  there,  with  the  full  moon. 

He  had  Clog-a-logs,  moreover,        4  • 
Boots — with  which,  on  one  occasion, 
"While  conversing  with  the  full  moon, 
On  the  edge  of  the  horison, 
He,  so  fiercely,  kicked  his  foot  out, 
That  he  hit  the  constellation, 
Thirnbel-nubbin,  or  Big  Dipper —  •>. 

Kicked  a  hole  right  in  the  bottom, 
So  that  all  the  water  ran  through, 
fVhich  was  put  there,  for  the  Great  Bear, 
For  to  come  and  wash  his  feet  in. 

All  the  eagles  of  the  mountains 
Flew  far  over  Milkanwatha; 
All  the  wild  beasts  of  the  forest 
Trembled  when  he  strided  toward  them, 
Fled  into  the  shadows  trembling. 

All  the  old  men  praised  his  courage, 
All  the  young  men  owned  him  strongest; 

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24  THE  SONG   OF  MILKANWATHA. 

All  the  women  wished  for  children, 

Wished  for  sons  as  brave  as  he  was; 

All  the  maidens  gazed  upon  him, 

Gazed  with  silent  admiration, 

Gazed  with  beating  hearts  and  blushes, 

As  he  passed  their  lonely  wigwams, 

And  returned  with  sighs  and  weeping, 

To  their  usual  avocations; 

Wishing,  as  they  darned  their  stockings — 

Scrubbed,  and  baked,  and  swept,  and  dusted. 

Did  clear-starching,  did  crochet-ing, 

Made  pin-cushions,  always  heart-shaped, 

Fastened,  two  and  two,  together, 

Pierced  all  o'er  with  pins  like  arrows, 

Arrows  from  an  unseen  archer — 

Wishing  that  a  gallant  lover, 

That  a  lover,  like  our  hero, 

Soon  might  come,  and  sit  beside  them 

In  their  wigwams;  each  one  wishing 

He  was  her'n,  and  she  was  his'n, 

Ever  her'n,  and  ever  his'n, 

Her'ii  and  his'n,  now  and  ever; 

Each  one  wishing  for  our  hero — 

But  he  wishing-  not  for  no  one; 

Having  other  things  to  think  of, 

Other  fish  upon  his  griddle, 

Other  fish  to  fry  upon  it. 


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IV. 

Milkanwatha's  Friends. 


Friends  enough,  had  Milkanwatha; 
Some  he  liked  and  some  he  didn't, 
Some  were  true,  and  some  were  false  ones; 
But  a  couple  of  the  former, 
He  was  very  special  fond  of; 
Silli-ninkum,  the  sweet  piper, 
And  the  very  fat  man,  Bee-del. 

Milkanwatha's  oldest  crony 
Was  the  piper,  Silli-ninkum, 
Him  as  was  the  best  of  pipers, 
Him  as  piped,  as  no  one  else  piped; 
Soon  as  he  began  a  piping, 
Came  the  people  for  to  hear  him; 
Came  the  young  men,  and  the  old  men, 
Came  the  matrons,  and  the  maidens, 
Came  the  nurses,  and  the  children, 
For  to  hear  him  do  his  piping; 
Sometimes  he  would  set  'em  laughing — 
Set  'em  all  a  crying  sometimes, 
'Cording  as  the  tune  was  jolly, 
Or  forlorn  and  melancholy. 

He  would  play  so  very  softly, 
That  the  breezes  stopped  to  hear  him, 
That  the  squirrels  ceased  to  chatter, 
That  the  Yalla-gal,  the  woodchuck 
In  his  rapture,  curled  his  tail  up, 

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26  THE  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA. 

And  the  bluebird,  Lingo-sneedel, 
Stood  on  one  leg  for  to  listen. 

Silli-ninkum,  the  sweet  piper, 
Was  beloved  by  Milkanwatha, 
'Cause  he  piped  as  no  one  else  piped, 
'Cause  he  always  was  obliging- 
Piping  when  requested  for  to. 

But,  beside  him,  Milkanwatha 
Loved  the  very  fat  man,  Bee-del; 
He,  the  fattest  human  being, 
That  you  ever  laid  your  eyes  on. 
From  his  very  earliest  childhood, 
He  was  round,  and  fat,  and  lazy; 
Didn't  go  a-squirrel  hunting, 
Didn't  skate  and  didn't  nothing— 
Wasn't  like  the  other  children; 
But  they  understood  the  reason, 
And  they  all  were  sorry  for  him, 
'Cause  he  was  of  such  a  fatness — 
'Cause  his  fatness  grew  upon  him. 

Once  his  mother  said  un-/o  him, 
"  Bee-del,  you  are  good  for  nothing; 
^  Always  hanging  'round  the  wigwam, 

Waddling  round  about  the  village, 
Lying,  sprawled  out,  in  the  sunshine; 
You  had  best  be  doing  something." 

Not  a  word  did  Bee-del  answer, 
Not  an  observation  made  he, 
But  he  waddled  from  the  corner, 
From  the  wigwam  slowly  waddled, 
Went  and  stood  upon  the  hillside, 
Slowly  sat  down,  slowly  laid  down, 

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THE  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA.  27 

Doubled  up  and  started  rolling, 

Boiled  right  onward,  forward,  downward, 

Down  the  green  and  sloping  hillside, 

Down  the  hillside  kept  a-rolling; 

And  his  mother  stood  and  watched  him, 

Wond'ring  when  he'd  stop  a-rolling. 

Nothing  more  was  heard  of  Bee-del, 
For  six  months  and  something  over; 
But,  one  morning,  while  a-baking, 
Bee-del's  mother  heard  a  rumbling, 
Like  a  big  stone,  tumbling  downward 
From  the  hill-top,  up  before  ber; 
Went  and  looked,  and  there  came  Bee-del, 
Came  the  fat  man,  rolling,  rumbling, 
Came  a-rolling  toward  the  wigwam, 
Came  and  rolled  in  through  the  back  door, 
Rolled  right  up  into  the  corner, 
And  remained  rolled  up,  in  silence. 

He  had  been,  for  six  months,  rolling, 
Six  months  and  a  little  over; 
Boiling  on  from  morn  to  evening, 
And  from  season  unto  season, 
Through  all  countries,  nations,  climates, 
Past  the  zones  and  past  the  tropics, 
Past  the  line  of  the  equator, 
Ever  onward,  forward,  downward, 
Till  he  got  to  where  he  came  from — 
Till  he  all  the  earth  had  rolled  round. 

These  two  persons  just  referred  to, 
Silli-ninkum,  the  sweet  piper, 
And  the  very  fat  man,  Bee- del, 
As  I've  mentioned,  were  the  couple — 

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28  THE  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA. 

Were  the  friends  of  Milkanwatha — 
Whom  he  liked  uncommon  strongly; 
And  these  three,  this  faithful  trio, 
Never  quarreled  with  each  other, 
Never  gossiped,  never  back-bit, 
Never  acted  mean,  as  some  do, 
But  they  did  as  they'd  be  done  by, 
And  they  often  met  together, 
And  indulged  in  conversation 
In  a  free  and  easy  manner. 


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THE  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA.  29 

V. 

Milkanwatha's  Courtship  and  Marriage. 

Just  as,  to  a  big  umbrella, 

Is  the  handle,  when  it's  raining, 

So  a  wife  is,  to  her  husband; 

Though  the  handle  do  support  it, 

'Tis  the  top  keeps  all  the  rain  off; 

Though  the  top  gets  all  the  wetting, 

'Tis  the  handle  bears  the  burden; 

So  the  top  is  good  for  nothing, 

If  there  isn't  any  handle, 

And  the  case  holds,  vice  versa. 
In  this  way,  did  Milkanwatha 

Eeason,  when  he  was  a-thinking, 

Thinking  of  his  Pogee-wogee, 

Of  the  blue-eyed  Sweet-Potato, 

In  the  village  of  the  Noodles. 
"  Marry  some  one  living  round  here," 

Said  the  ancient  nurse,  Marcosset; 
"  Don't  go  looking  over  yonder, 

For  to  find  a  wife  to  marry; 

As  a  stick  of  maple  candy, 

Is  the  homliest  girl  around  here; 

As  a  lozenge  or  a  gum-drop 

Is  the  prettiest  over  yonder." 

And  thus  answered  Milkanwatha: 
"  Very  true,  dear  old  Marcosset, 

Mighty  sweet  is  maple  candy, 


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30  THE  SONG   OF  MILKANWATHA. 

But  I  much  prefer  a  lozenge — 
Yery  much  prefer  a  gum -drop." 

Said  Marcosset,  ''Don't  you  go,  now, 
For  to  get  a  girl  to  marry, 
Knowing  nothing  whatsoever; 
Bring  one  as  can  do  clear-starching, 
Sew,  and  knit,  and  run  of  errands, 
And  be  generally  useful — 
That's  the  sort  of  girl  to  marry." 

Milkanwatha  answered,  cheerful; 
"  In  the  regions  far  beyond  here, 

Where  the  Noodles  pitch  their  wigwams, 
Pogee-wogee,  Sweet-Potato, 
Charming  female,  is  residing; 
I  will  go,  and  fetch  her  to  you, 
And  she'll  make  herself  convenient, 
Sew,  and  knit,  and  do  clear-starching, 
Be  your  lozenge,  be  your  gum-drop, 
Be  your  stick  of  maple  candy  " 

"  Don't  you  go  now,"  said  Marcosset, 
"Go  and  fetch  an  unknown  female, 
Don't  you  go  and  fetch  a  Noodle — 
Awful  strange  folks,  are  the  Noodles." 

Then  replied  our  Milkanwatha; 
That's  exactly  why  I  do  it, 
'Cause  they're  strange,  and  mustn't  be  so; 
We  must  make  ourselves  acquainted, 
We  must  go  and  call  upon  them." 
Saying  which,  our  hero,  boldly, 
Traveled  to  the  regions  northward, 
Past  the  dreary  wildernesses, 
Where  the  Ninkumpoops  inhabit, 

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To  the  village  of  the  Noodles. 
He  had  put  on  Roota-ba-ga, 

Buttoned  on  the  magic  leggins, 

And,  although  he  kept  a-stepping, 

From  one  hill-top  to  another, 

Over -cornfields,  soft  and  mushy, 

Over  marshes,  goose-ponds,  duck-ponds, 

Yet  he  seemed  a  long  while,  getting 

To  the  home  of  Pogee-wogee, 

To  the  village  of  the  Noodles. 
Shortly  previous  to  arriving, 

He  perceived  a  woodchuck,  peeping — 

Peeping  from  his  hole,  for  fresh  air, 

Cause  'twas  badly  ventilated, 

But  the  woodchuck  didn't  see  him; 

So  he  took  and  kicked  his  foot  out, 

And  he  knocked  the  woodchuck's  brains  out — 

Just  as  when  he  hit  the  bottom 

Of  the  Dipper,  Thimbel-Nubbin, 

All  the  water  went  and  ran  through, 

Which  was  put  there,  for  the  Great  Bear, 

For  to  come  and  wash  his  feet  in. 

Then  he  took  the  woodchuck  with  him, 

For  a  gift  to  Pogee-wogee; 
"  Who  is  that?"  inquired  a  Noodle  — 
"  That's  the  hero  Milkaiiwatha;" 
"What's  he  got?"     "He's  got  a  woodchuck." 
Pogee-wogee's  loving  grandma 

At  the  front  door  sat,  a-knitting, 

And,  beside  her,  Sweet  Potato, 

Charming  female,  was  a-sitting, 

Looking  somewhat  melancholy. 

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32  THE  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA. 

The  old  lady's  mind  was  busy — 
Busy  as  her  trembling  fingers; 
Far  away  her  thoughts  were  flitting, 
Midst  the  days  so  long  departed, 
Midst  the  memories  of  girlhood, 
Midst  the  sunny  moments  flitting; 
Flitting  midst  them,  as,  so  often, 
With  the  dear  ones  gone  forever, 
She  had  seen,  in  youthful  rambles 
Bees,  on  restless  wing  pass  lightly 
Lightly  on  from  flower  to  flower, 
Humming  low,  melodious  music, 
Sporting,  gayly,  in  the  sun-shine. 

Pogee's  thoughts  were  busy  also, 
Busy  as  her  grandma's  fingers; 
She  was  thinking  of  our  hero, 
Wond'ring  why  she'd  never  met  him, 
Never  heard  his  well-known  footstep, 
Never  seen  his  sturdy  figure, 
Since  that  time  when  they  had  parted, 
Since  that  sunny  summer  morning. 

In  the  midst  of  these  reflections, 
Midst  the  thoughts  that  passed  before  them, 
Unexpected,  round  a  corner, 
Bather  wet  with  perspiration, 
Holding  in  his  hand  the  woodchuck, 
Came  the  lover — ardent  lover 
Of  the  Noodle,  Pogee-wogee, 
Came  the  son  of  Kimo-kairo, 
Came  the  joyous  Milkanwatha. 

Ancient  grandame  stopped  her  knitting, 
Laid  the  stocking  in  the  window, 

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Asked  him  to  come  in,  remarking 

"  Glad  to  see  you,  Milkanwatha." 

In  the  lap  of  Pogee-wogee 
Milkanwatha  laid  the 
And  she  looked  at  him  so  tender, 
That  his  blood  ran  cold  within  him, 
Saying,  with  a  bashful  softness, 

"  Very  happy  for  to  see  you — 
Very  much  so,  Milkanwatha." 

Soon  as  he  was  seated,  almost, 
Pogee-wogee  fetched  refreshments, 
Cause  he  looked  so  hot  and  tired, 
Cause  he  had  such  perspiration; 
Fetched  him  in  some  "floating  island," 
Interspersed  with  pickled  walnuts, 
Which  he  much  preferred  of  all  things; 
And  a  little  mug  of  cider, 
For  to  take  and  wash  it  down  with, 
Wash  the  floating  isle  and  walnuts, 
Isle  and  pickled  walnuts  down  with. 

Not  a  word  spoke  Pogee-wogee, 
But  she  heard  the  conversation 
Going  on,  while  he  was  feeding, 
Heard  him  tell  of  old  Marcosset — 
How  she  found  him,  how  she  nursed  him, 
Gave  him  porridge,  gave  him  catnip, 
Gave  him  pap  and  water  gruel; 
Heard  him  tell  of  Silli-ninkum, 
And  the  very  fat  man,  Bee-del, 
How  the  former  piped  uncommon, 
And  the  latter  rolled  the  earth  round; 
Heard  him  give  a  fine  description, 

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34  THE  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA, 

Of  the  scenery  about  there, 
On  the  banks  of  Watta-puddel. 

"  You  have  never  been  to  see  us, 
On  the  banks  of  Watta-puddel — 
You  nor  any  other  Noodles; 
Shall  we  never  scrape  acquaintance  ?" 
Said  the  ardent  Milkanwatha. 

"  That  this  may  be  obviated, 
State  of  things  be  put  a  stop  to, 
S'pose  you  give  me  Pogee-wogee, 
For  to  be  a  wife  un-fo  me— 
Sweet- Potato,  charming  female, 
Much  the  handsomest  of  Noodles  "- 

For  some  minutes,  the  old  lady 
Smoked  her  solemn  pipe  in  silence; 
Putting  on  her  glasses,  slowly, 
First  she  looked  at  Pogee-wogee, 
Then  she  looked  at  Milkanwatha; 

"  It  depends  on  Pogee-wogee — 
That's  your  feeling  on  the  subject; 
Speak  your  mind  and  heart  out,  Pogee." 

And  the  charming  Sweet-Potato, 
To  the  very  ear-tips  blushing, 
With  a  dubious  expression, 
Crossed  the  wigwam  to  her  lover, 
Drew  her  stool  up,  saying  faintly, 

"  You  may  have  me  if  you  want  to — 
I'll  go  with  you,  Milkanwatha." 

Such  was  Milkanwatha's  courting, 
This  was  just  the  way  he  did  it, 
Bore  his  darling,  Pogee-wogee, 
From  her  grandma's  lonely  cabin, 

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From  the  village  of  the  Noodles; 
Back  he  bore  her  thro'  the  forests, 
Over  hills,  and  over  valleys, 
To  the  ancient  nurse's  wigwam — 
To  the  wigwam  of  Marcosset. 

All  along  the  line  of  travel, 
Birds  were  singing  to  the  lovers, 
Songs  of  welcome  'mid  the  branches, 
Songs  of  warm  congiatulation, 
And  the  bugs  joined  in  the  chorus; 
Sang  the  Opee-pod,  the  bullfinch, 
Sang  the  Nillee-pip,  the  chippy, 
Sang  the  blue-bird,  Singo-sneedel; 
Hummed  the  Feesh-go-bang,  musquito, 
Hummed  Snappo,  the  pinching-beetle, 
And  the  dragon-fly,  Snap-peter; 
:c  Aint  it  lucky,  aintit  lucky, 
Jolly  luck  for  Pogee  wogee, 
Jolly  luck  for  Milkanwatha." 

So  he  fetched  her  to  Marcosset, 
Fetched  the  lozenge,  fetched  the  gum-drop 
Fetched  the  stick  of  maple  candy, 
Pogee-wogee,  Sweet-Potato, 
Loveliest  of  female  Noodles. 

They  arrived  on  Tuesday  morning, 
And  were  married  Thursday  evening; 
All  day  Tuesday,  old  Marcosset, 
Made  her  pies  and  preparations; 
All  day  Wednesday,  boys  were  running 
Up  and  down,  throughout  the  village, 
For  to  leave  a  soda-cracker, 
At  the  door  of  every  wigwam, 

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36  THE  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA. 

As  a  card  of  invitation — 
As  a  sign  that  Milkanwatha 
Meditated  matrimony. 

Thursday  came,  and  Thursday  evening, 
And  the  neighbors,  also,  with  it; 
Fast  they  crowded  in  the  wigwam, 
Crowded  in  the  pies  and  puddings, 
Which  Marcosset  made,  on  Tuesday; 
But  the  bride,  nor  bridegroom  neither, 
Didn't  eat  a  bit  of  nothing, 
Only  waited  on  the  others, 
Only  watched  the  pies  and  puddings 
Disappearing,  in  succession, 
In  the  stomachs  of  the  people. 

When  the  eating  part  was  over, 
There  was  singing,  piping,  dancing, 
And  the  evening  went  so  swiftly 
That  it  left  the  guests  behind  it; 
Left  them  'mid  the  hours  of  morning. 

Then  they  called  for  Silli-ninkum, 
For  to  sing  a  song  at  parting; 
And  he  came  the  skillful  Piper, 
Him  as  always  was  obliging, 
Piping  when  requested  for  to — 
Came  and  sang  the  song  that  follows, 
Sang  the  verses  twixt  the  blowings, 
Sang  a  female's  lamentation 
For  her  lover,  her  Bee-rto-nee: 

"  When  I  think  of  him  I  love  so, 
Oh,  lor!  think  of  him  I  love  so, 
When  I  am  a-thinking  of  him — • 
Ouch!  my  sweetheart,  my  Bee-no-nee! 

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THE  SONG   OF  MILKANWATHA.  37 

1  Oh,  lor!  when  we  left  each  other, 
He  presented  me  a  thimble, 
As  a  pledge,  a  silver  thimble — 
Ouch!  my  sweetheart,  my  Bee-no-nee! 

1  'I'll  go  long  with  you,'  he  whispered, 
'Oh,  lor!  to  the  place  you  came  from, 
Let  me  go  along/  he  whispered — 
Ouch!  my  sweetheart,  my  Bee-no-nee! 

'It's  awful  fur,  full  fur/  I  answered, 
'Fur  away  it  is,  I  answered, 
Oh,  lor,  yes!  the  place  I  came  from'— 
Ouch!  my  sweetheart,  my  Bee-no-nee! 

:  As  I  looked  round  for  to  see  him 
Where  I  left  him,  for  to  see  him, 
He  was  looking  for-  to  see  me — 
Ouch!  my  sweetheart,  my  Bee-no-nee! 

:  On  the  log  he  was  a-sitting. 
On  the  hollow  log  a-sitting, 
That  was  chopped  down  by  somebody — 
Ouch!  my  sweetheart,  my  Bee-no-nee! 

When  I  think  of  him  I  love  so, 
Oh,  lor!  think  of  him  I  love  so, 
When  I  am  a-thinking  of  him — 
Ouch!  my  sweetheart,  my  Bee-no-nee!" 

When  this  mornful  song  was  ended 
All  the  folks  seemed  in  a  hurry 
For  to  go,  and  so  they  did  it, 
Leaving  there  the  nurse  Marcosset, 
With  the  bride  and  with  the  bridegroom; 
And  they  all  three  started  eating, 
And  continued  so  till  morning — 
Till  the  doodle-doo,  the  rooster, 
Crowed  the  daylight  up  next  morning. 

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38  THE  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA, 

VI. 

Pa-Pa-Mama. 


You  shall  hear  how  Pa-pa-mania, 
Pogee-wogee's  whilome  lover, 
*  In  the  village  of  the  Noodles, 
Came  one  time  to  Watta-puddel; 
How  he  showed  himself  a  coward, 
How  he  proved  himself  a  rascal, 
How  he  reached  his  dissolution. 

It  was  in  the  sprinkly  Spring-time, 
That  he  came  to  Watta-puddel; 
Came  with  bitter  thoughts  inside  him, 
Came  to  be  revenged  on  Pogee, 
'Cause  she  had  in  times  departed, 
When  he  asked  her  to  be  his'n, 
Strongly  urged  her  to  be  his'n — 
Said  with  pitying  glance,  but  firmly, 

"  Never  your'n,  O  Pa-pa-mama! 
No,"  she  muttered,  "  never  his'n." 

Through  the  village,  sneaking  came  he, 
At  the  dusky  hour  of  twilight, 
When  the  people  all  were  gathered, 
As  their  custom  was  to  do  so, 
Met  together,  story  telling, 
In  the  fat  man,  Bee-del's  wigwam; 
Just  as  Bee-del  was  describing 
What  he  witnessed  while  a-rumbling, 
All  the  earth  around,  a-rumbling 

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THE  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA,  39 

On  his  swift,  mysterious  journey, 
And  the  people  listened  to  him, 
Winking  when  he  wasn't  looking, 
Much  as  if  to  say,  4C  We  know  him, 
Know  him  we  do,  you  and  me  do/' 

He  had  seen,  he  said,  a  river 
Bigger  than  the  Watta-puddel, 
And  so  muddy  too,  said  Bee-del, 
That  a  spoon  stands  straight  up  in  it! 
And  the  people  pointed  slowly 
Over  the  left  shoulder,  saying, 
"  Oh  now,  Bee-del,  what  a  story, 
Boo!"  they  said,  "you're  telling,  Bee-del." 

On  this  river  deep  and  muddy, 
Swam  a  monster  like  a  sturgeon, 
Fatter  than  ten  thousand  sturgeons, 
And  his  fins,  instead  of  flapping, 
Bound  and  round  continued  turning, 
Quite  as  fast  as  I  myself  did. 
"  Boo !  "  the  people  cried  together, 
"  Boo! "  they  said,  "it's  such  a  big  one." 
On  his  head,  he  said,  were  growing, 
Straight  and  tall  as  is  the  pine-tree, 
Two  black  tusks  all  hollow  inside; 
And  his  breath,  so  dark  and  dismal, 
Dark  as  thunder  clouds  in  summer, 
Through  them  rolled  forth  o'er  the  river 
Darkening  all  the  landscape  over. 
'•'  Boo!"  they  said,  "  it's  Bee-del  talking" 

Bound  his  mouth,  like  summer  lightning, 
Flames  of  fire  flashed  in  the  darkness, 
And  the  monster,  while  a-swimming, 

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40  THE  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA. 

Shrieked  so  wildly,  that  the  echoes 
On  the  far-off  misty  hill-sides, 
On  the  hill- sides  far  below  there, 
Up  and  answered  to  his  shrieking, 
Answered  as  the  tigress  answers 
To  the  tiger  in  the  forest. 

"  Boo!  "  they  said,  "a  likely  story!  " 

On  his  back  were  huddled,  shrinking, 
Men  and  women,  pale  and  shrinking, 
Pale  faced  as  the  moon  in  winter; 
Borne  off  by  the  fiery  monster — 
For  the  prey  of  him  and  his'n, 
Borne  off,  as  the  tiger  swiftly 
Bears  his  victim  through  the  darkness, 
Bears  it  to  his  forest  hiding. 
And  the  people  winking,  whispered, 

"  What  a  liar  is  our  Bee-del! 

Boo! "  they  said  "what  lies  he  tells  us." 

In  the  meantime,  Pa-pa-mama 
Stealing  through  the  silent  evening 
Keached  the  wigwam  of  Marcosset; 

11  No  one  here,"  he  said  rejoicing, 

"  Coast  all  clear,"  he  said,  exulting; 

"  All  the  folks  have  gone  to  Bee-delV 

With  a  mushy  step  he  entered, 
Turned  the  tables  bottom  upside, 
Turned  the  chairs  all  upside  downside, 
Kicked  the  boiling  kettle  over, 
Piled  the  bed  clothes  in  the  corner, 
Crammed  the  bolster  up  the  chimney, 
For  to  trouble  Pogee-wogee, 
For  to  make  Marcosset  angry; 

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THE  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA.  41 

After  which  he  started  homeward, 

On  his  stealthy  journey  started. 
"When  our  hero,  shortly  after, 

Came  and  saw  the  wild  disorder, 
"  Not  so  long,"  said  he,  "  his  legs  are, 

But  I'll  catch  this  fellow  quickly." 
'Bout  a  mile  or  so  he'd  traveled, 

On  the  track  of  Pa-pa-mama, 

When  he  saw,  just  on  before  him, 

Pa-pa-mama  disappearing, 

Slowly  sinking  in  a  mudhole, 

Saw  his  head  just  going  under; 

And  he  stepped  up  very  briskly, 

Shouting  down  into  the  mud-hole, 
"  Never  more,  O  Pa-pa-mama! 

Will  you  drop  into  our  wigwam; 

You  have  dropped  in  once  too  often; 

Turned  the  tables  are  forever — 

You  have  done  your  final  dropping;" 

Then  the  hole  closed  up  forever. 
But  the  people  of  the  village 

Still  remembered  Pa-pa-mama; 

And  whenever  in  the  winter, 

While  they're  sitting  story-telling, 

Comes  the  storm-wind  from  the  Northland, 

Battling  all  the  doors  and  windows, 

Drifting  snow  around  the  wigwam; 
"  Lo!  "  they  say,  "  'tis  Pa-pa-mama, 

Turning  all  things  wrong  side  upside, 

Turning  all  things  upside  downside — 
"  'Tis  that  Pa-pa-mama's  doings." 


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42  THE   SONG   OF   MILKANWATHA. 

VII. 

The  Fever  and  the  Ague, 


Fifteen  summers,  fifteen  winters, 
Fifteen  springs,  and  fourteen  autumns, 
Full  of  jo}rs  and  full  of  sorrows, 
Now  had  passed  since  Milkanwatha, 
Bore  the  beauteous  Pogee-wogee 
To  the  banks  of  the  Watta-puddel; 
Full  of  joys,  with  wife  and  children, 
Full  of  griefs,  for  friends  departed. 

Silli-ninkum,  the  sweet  piper, 
Him  as  piped  as  110  one  else  piped, 
He  had  passed  to  Ponee-rag-bag, 
To  the  regions  down  the  river; 
He  had  done  his  final  piping 
On  the  banks  of  Watta-puddel. 

Going  out,  one  winter  morning, 
For  a  little  private  skating, 
Lo!  the  ice  gave  way  beneath  him! 
Lo !  the  chilling  waters  seized  him ! 
Bore  him,  struggling,  ever  downward, 
To  the  country  far  below  there, 
To  the  regions  down  the  river! 

Bee-del,  too,  was  there  no  longer, 
Milkanwatha's  friend,  the  fat  man; 
He  had  left  the  field  of  action, 
Left  the  banks  of  Watta-puddel. 

Since  the  piper  had  departed 

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THE  SONG  OF   MILKANWATHA.  43 

He  had  grown  a  great  deal  fatter, 
In  his  grief  for  having  lost  him, 
Grown  so  fat  he  seldom  waddled 
Through  the  village  as  aforetime, 
Only  hung  around  the  wigwam, 
Sprawled  himself  out  in  the  sunshine: 

But  one  day,  in  fiery  August, 
After  quite  a  hearty  dinner, 
He  went  down,  he  rolled  himself  down, 
To  the  river  for  to  bathe  there, 
As  in  days  so  long  departed, 
When  he  washed  himself  more  often; 
Far  into  the  stream  he  waded. 
And,  alas!  the  current  seized  him! 
As  it  seized  poor  Silli-ninkum; 
In  its  wild  embrace  it  clasped  him, 
And  by  reason  of  his  fatness, 
Of  his  stomach's  monstrous  fatness, 
Which  prevented  him  from  striking, 
Striking  out  his  legs  as  usual — 
He  was  carried,  like  a  bladder, 
Floating  on  the  turbid  waters, 
To  the  land  of  Ponee-rag-bag, 
To  the  regions  farther  downward. 

Never  jumps  a  sheep  that's  frightened. 
Over  any  fence  whatever, 
Over  wall,  or  fence,  or  timber, 
But  a  second  follows  after, 
And  a  third,  upon  the  second, 
And  a  fourth,  and  fifth,  and  so  on, 
First  a  sheep  and  then  a  dozen, 
Till  they  all,  in  quick  succession, 

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44  THE  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA. 

One  by  one  have  got  clean  over: 
So  misfortunes,  almost  always, 
Follow  after  one  another, 
Seem  to  watch  each  other,  always, 
When  they  see  the  tail  uplifted, 
In  the  air  the  tail  uplifted, 
As  the  sorrow  leapeth  over; 
Lo !  they  follow,  thicker,  faster, 
Till  the  air  of  earth  seems  darkened, 
With  the  tails  of  sad  misfortunes, 
Till  our  hearts,  within  us,  weary, 
Cry  out:  "Are  there  more  a-coming?" 
So,  alas,  our  Milkanwatha, 
Ten  years  after  he  was  married, 
In  that  most  uncommon  winter, 
Cried  out:  "Are  there  more  a-coming?" 

O  that  most  uncommon  winter! 
O  that  sneezy,  freezy  winter! 
Ever  faster!  faster!!  faster!!! 
Fell  the  snow,  on  vale  and  hill-side; 
Ever  colder!  colder!!  colder!!! 
Swept  the  wild  winds  from  the  Northland, 
Swept  the  storm-wind  Gus-ta-blo-za! 
It  was  really  inconvenient, 
Merely  to  step  out  a  moment, 
And,  to  go  to  any  distance, 
'Less  you  muffled  up,  completely, 
In  your  tippet  and  your  mittens, 
Wasn't  possible,  by  no  means, 
Without  getting  badly  frost- bit. 

O!  the  Fever  and  the  Ague! 
O!  the  burning  of  the  Fever! 

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THE  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA.  45 

O!  the  shaking  of  the  Ague! 

O!  the  way  the  children  took  it! 

O!  the  way  the  mothers,  also, 

Took  the  Fever  and  the  Ague!! 
To  the  ancient  nurse's  wigwam, 

Came  the  two  unpleasant  strangers, 

Came  without  an  invitation, 

Sat  them  down  by  Pogee,  boldly, 

Staring  at  the  female  Noodle! 

One  of  them  spoke  up,  remarking, 
"  I  am  Fever,  Doan-chu  no-me!  " 

And  the  other  one  continued, 
"  I  am  Ague,  Wot-el-sha-ku!!" 

But  the  frightened  Pogee,  shrinking, 

Kept  a-shaking  and  a-burning, 

'Cause  the  Fever  and  the  Ague, 

Came  and  sat  so  close  beside  her, 

'Cause  they  stared  so  steady  at  her. 
Right  into  the  woods  behind  there, 

Swiftly,  madly,  Milkanwatha 

Bushed,  to  go  and  find  the  doctors — 

All  the  doctors  round  about  there, 

And  the  ancient  nurse  Marcosset, 

She  so  skilled  in  chills  and  fever, 

Gave  her  warm  drinks  for  to  cure  her, 

For  to  try  and  take  the  chill  off. 
Then  the  doctors,  Nau-she-atus, 

Six  in  all,  came  in  to  see  her; 

Two  and  two  they  came  together, 

Came  and  marched  three  times  around  her; 

Then  went  up  one  to  the  bed-side: 
"  Put  your  tongue  out,  Pogee-wogee;" 

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4f>  THE  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA. 

"  Hi-ai-ai!"  said  all  the  doctors; 
Ho-ang-ho!  the  queer  old  doctors. 
And  another,  went  observing, 
Pogee-Wogee's  got  the  Ague; 
Hi-ai-ai!  said  all  the  doctors, 
Ho-ang-ho!  the  queer  old  doctors. 
And  a  third  one  followed,  saying, 
Pretty  soon  she'll  have  the  Fever; 
Hi-ai-ai !  said  all  the  doctors — 
Ho-ang-ho!  the  queer  old  doctors. 
Then  the  other  three  did  likewise; 
After  which  they  marched  together, 
Two  and  two  around  the  bedstead, 
Marched  out  from  Marcosset's  wigwam, 
In  the  manner  they  had  entered; 
Hi-ai-ai!  the  wise  old  doctors — 
Ho-ang-ho!  the  wondrous  doctors. 

But,  alas,  f or  Pogee-wogee ! 
And,  alas,  for  Milkanwatha! 
She,  the  loveliest  of  Noodles 
Was  so  scorched  up  by  the  Fever, 
So  much  shook  up  by  the  Ague, 
That  she  spoke  nor  moved  no  longer, 
And  our  hero,  disappointed, 
Wrap  her  in  a  heavy  blanket, 
In  the  very  neatest  manner, 
'Cording  to  the  village  custom; 
And  they  bore  her  to  the  river, 
In  a  long  and  sad  procession; 
And  they  stood  and  dropped  her  in  it, 
As  their  custom  was  to  do  so; 
And  the  eager  waters  clasped  her, 

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THE  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA. 

Bore  her  body  as  it  had  done, 

In  the  case  of  him,  the  piper, 

In  the  case  of  him,  the  fat  man, 

To  the  land  of  Ponee-rag-bag, 

To  the  regions  farther  downward. 

Float  on  down/'  said  Milkanwatha, 

Float  on  down,  my  duck,  my  darling, 

Very  soon,  I'll  follow  after, 

To  the  regions  down  the  river, 

I  shall  be  along,  my  darling, 

Be  along,  my  duck,  directly, 

Be  along,  my  duck,  my  darling — 

Float  on,  float,  and  keep  a -floating." 


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48  THE  SONG   OF  MILKANWATHA. 

VIII. 

Milkanwatha's  Departure  to  Ponee-rag-bag. 


Going  now  among  the  people, 
On  the  banks  there,  standing,  gazing, 
Lo!  "  he  told  them,  "  I  am  going, 
I  am  going,  now,  to  leave  you, 
Going  down  the  Watta-puddel, 
To  the  region  of  the  sunset, 
To  the  hole  the  sun  drops  into, 
Over  yonder  red  horizon — 
Where  you've,  often,  seen  me  standing, 
And  conversing  with  the  full-moon — 
And  I  shan't  be  back,  at  present, 
Not  for  quite  a  lengthy  season; 
Take  care  of  yourselves,  my  people, 
Take  much  care,"  said  Milkanwatha. 

Then  he  quickly  pushed  his  skiff  off, 
Got  aboard  and  floated  in  it, 
Down  the  river's  rushing  current, 
In  the  sunlight,  and  the  moonlight, 
Floating  towards  the  Western  sunset — • 
On  his  silent  journey  floated, 
And  the  people  standing,  gazing, 
Saw  him  bobbing,  bobbing,  bobbing, 
Up  and  down  upon  the  river, 
Saw  his  Lawni-weeper  waiving, 
Saw  his  handkerchief  a-waiving, 
Far  adown  the  Watta-puddel; 

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THE  SONG   OF  MILKANW1THA.  49 

And  they  all  continued  calling, 

Good-bye,  good  bye,  Milkanwatha;" 

And  the  gray  goose,  Dab-si- di- do, 

O'er  the  troubled  waters  flying, 

Screamed  out,  "  Good-bye,  Milkanwatha," 

And  the  Yalla-gal,  the  woodchuck, 

Squeaked  out  "  Good-bye,  Milkanwatha;" 

And  the  melancholy  bull  frog, 

Brek  e-kex-co-ax,  the  bull-frog, 

On  the  river's  slimy  margin, 

Echoed,  "  Good-bye,"  Milkanwatha. 

So  it  was  that  Milkanwatha, 
Him  as  is  our  story's  hero, 
Floated  down  the  Rushing  river, 
Floated  thro'  the  fields  and  forests, 
Thro'  the  vales  and  mountains  floated, 
Ever  bobbing,  bobbing,  bobbing, 
In  the  moonlight  and  the  sunlight, 
To  the  country  of  the  sunset, 
To  the  regions  farther  downward, 
To  the  land  of  Ponee-rag-bag, 
Far  adown  the  rushing  river — 
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50  THE  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA. 


CONCLUSION. 


When  the  hero  of  our  legend 
Reached  the  land  of  Ponee-rag-bag, 
Reached  the  hole  the  sun  drops  into, 
Lo!  an  unexpected  pleasure 
Waited  for  him,  on  the  landing; 
In  her  blanket  wet  and  dripping, 
Just  as  much  alive  as  usual, 
Stood  there,  smiling,  on  the  landing, 
Pogee — loveliest  of  Noodles. 

For  the  water's  sudden  coldness, 
From  her  silent  stupor  waked  her, 
From  the  swooning  of  the  Fever, 
Which,  in  vain,  the  wise  old  doctors, 
Which  the  Ague,  vainly  shaking, 
Tried  to  make  her  wake  up  out  of, 
In  the  wigwam  of  Marcosset; 

And  our  hero,  rushing  to  her, 
Clasped  her  in  his  arms  exclaiming, 
Lo!  I  see  my  duck,  my  darling, 
See  the  moral  of  this  matter, 
See  the  lesson  that  it  teaches; 
What  the  Allopathic  Practice 
Was  unable  to  accomplish, 
Lo!  how  quickly  was  effected 
By  the  Plunge-bathe,  and  the  Blanket, 
By  the  use  of  Hydropathy. 
We  must  go  back,  Pogee  darling, 
Oh  lor!  to  the  place  we  come  from, 

Pacific  Bank  Loans  on  Goods  in  Transit. 


THE  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA.  51 

We  must  hasten  to  our  people, 
And  disclose  to  them  this  system, 
Glorious  system — Hydropathy." 

And  they  found  there  Silli-ninkuin, 
And  the  fat  man,  Bee-del,  also, 
In  the  same  mysterious  manner 
Rescued  from  the  hand  of  Danger — 
From  the  jaws  of  Dissolution; 
And  they  all  went  back  together, 
And  he  told  the  grateful  people 
How  to  drive  off  all  diseases, 
By  the  Plunge-bath  and  the  Blanket- 
By  the  use  of  Hydropathy. 

To  this  day  they  are  residing, 
Free  from  fear  of  chills  and  fever — 
Worst  of  ills  that  flesh  is  heir  to," 
Darkest  shadow  o'er  our  pathway, 
From  the  present  to  the  future, 
From  the  '  is  now '  to  the  '  shall  be  ' 
To  this  hour,  they  are  residing 
In  their  village,  by  the  river; 
And  our  hero  doubly  liveth— 
On  the  banks  of  Watta-puddel— 
In  the  hearts  of  all  his  people, 
When  he  taught  the  Bath  and  Blanket- 
Glorious  system — Hydropathy . 


Pacific  Bank  is  a  Quarter  of  a  Century  Old. 


52  NOTES  TO  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA. 


NOTES. 


PAGE  10.     Brek-e-kex-co-ax,  the  bull-frog. 

The  scholar  will  be  reminded  of  the  "Frogs"  of  Aristophanes. 
The  word  is  one  of  a  vast  number  which  might  be  referred  to  in 
evidence  of  the  fact  that  "Feejee"  and  "Greek,"  are  derived 
from  a  common  root — and  the  translator  has  no  hesitation  in 
asserting  his  conviction,  that  the  early  inhabitants  of  Greece — 
the  Pelasgians — were  colonists  from,  these  islands.  The  ques 
tion  is  much  too  large  for  discussion  here. 

PAGE  10.     Literatim  et  verbatim. 

The  introduction  of  this  familiar  Latinism  will  not,  it  is 
hoped,  be  deemed  in  bad  taste,  when  it  is  remembered  that  our 
own  language  furnished  no  proper  substitute.  In  the  original 
it  reads,  "  Li-ka-zah-lee,  Jus-sa-zak-lee." 

PAGE  13.     Kimo-kairo,  or  Pretty  Pollie, 

Is  a  favorite  name  with  the  Feejese.  It  is  probably  taken 
from  the  fable  of  the  "Parrot  and  the  Partridge, "a  verse  of 
which  is  quoted  below — dropping,  of  course,  the  Feejee  charac 
ters,  but  retaining,  as  nearly  as  possible,  the  sound  of  the 

original. 

' '  Kimo-kairo,  delto,  mairo, 

Kimo-kairo,  kimo? 
Strim-stram  pom  a  diddel, 
Lath-  a-bon-iie,  rig-dam — 
Rig-darn-bol-le-meta-kimo!" 

PAGE  22.     Always  "  Jac"  and  sometimes  "  Robbin-sun." 

The  reader  will  perceive  that  to  this  language  we  are  indebted 
for  the  expression:  "  Before  you  can  say  Jack  Robinson." 

Pacific  Bank  Invites  Correspondence, 


NOTES  TO   SONG  OF   MILKANWATHA.  53 


24.     Did  clear-starching,  did  crochet-ing. 

It  is  believed  that  these  terms  more  clearly  define  to  the  En 
glish  mind,  the  nature  of  the  operations  alluded  to,  than  any 
others.  Goats'  milk,  however,  is  used  instead  of  starch  —  and 
its  effect  is  to  soften  rather  than  to  stiffen  the  material.  All 
work  of  the  latter  sort  —  knitting,  netting,  etc.,  is  done  upon  the 
thumb.j,  without  the  aid  of  needles,  in  a  manner  which  cannot 
be  described. 

PAGE  29.     Just  as  to  a  big  umbrella. 

Umbrellas  are  known  to  have  been  in  use  in  these  islands, 
from  the  earliest  times.  They  are,  invariably,  constructed  of 
sheet  tin. 

PAGE  34.     Putting  on  her  glasses,  slowly. 

The  Feejee  women,  of  all  ages,  are  proverbially  near-sighted. 
In  the  other  islands  of  the  Pacific,  the  phrase,  "as  blind  as  a 
Feejee,  "  is  often  heard.  The  date  of  the  invention  of  spectacles 
is  unknown. 

PAGE  34.     To  the  very  eartips  blushing. 

This  expression  is  remarkable—  not  because  of  its  poetic 
merit  only—  but  from  the  fact  that  it  has  been  adopted  by  two 
poets  of  our  own.  In  Keats'  Endymion,  we  find,  "those  ears, 

"Whose  tips  are  glowing  hot," 

and  in  the  "Life  Drama,"  by  the  "modern  Shakspeare,"  as 
Alexander  Snith  has  been  aptly  designated  by  several  of  the 
prominent  English  reviews,  occurs  the  line, 

"Hot  to  the  ear-tips,  with  great  thumps  of  heart." 


>:• 


PAGE  51.     Worst  of  ills  that  flesh  is  heir  to. 

The  striking  parallelism  between  this  line  and  the  oft-quoted 
sage  from  Hamlet's  Soliloquy: 

"The  thousand  natural  shocks  that  flesh  is  heir  to," 
may  excite  some  surprise.     In  the  poem  it  will  be  seen  that  it 
appears  as  a  quotation— not  from   the  English  bard  as  some 
might  suppose  —but  from  Tremen-jus,  a  Feejee  poet  who  flour- 

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54  NOTES  TO   SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA. 

ished  about  the  year  thirteen.      We  give  the  passage  in  which 
it  occurs,  put  into  the  mouth  of  a  war-chief,  while  vainly  en 
deavoring  to  devour  an  old  enemy,  captured  in  battle. 
"  Thou  tough  soul  !  eating  of  whom  be  toil  ! 
Juiceless,  thin,  of  bone  compact,  and  sinew, 
Whereto  pertaineth  flavor,  deathful  strong; 
Not  for  food  adapt,  save  of  swiny  heard, 
Boar-marshalled,  tiger  thunder-begotten, 
Or  solar  wolf  !     Famished  were  I, 
Youthfuller,  such  as  not,  then  less  heeded; 
Thus  being,  cannot  I  meat  iiitroduct 
Of  mould  o'er-tasteful,  all  pervasive,  rank, 
Of  ills  flesh  be  th'  heir  to,  worst  much,  may  be  !" 
It  must  be  borne  in  mind,  however,  that  the  poem  in  question 
was  written  in  ruder  times. 

At  the  period  of  the  translator's  residence  in  Chaw-a-man-up, 
the  practice  of  cannibalism  had  been,  for  many  years,  aban 
doned,  and  in  other  islands  of  the  group,  the  minds  of  the  peo 
ple  were  so  far  enlightened  that  human  flesh  was  indulged  in 
only  on  Sundays. 

PAGE  51.     Whom  he  taught  the  Bath  and  Blanket. 

The  period  of  the  introduction  of  the  water  treatment  into 
this  island  cannot  be  definitely  fixed,  but  it  is  supposed  to  vary 
little  from  the  date  of  the  downfall  of  the  Komaii  Empire. 

Milkaiiwatha,  the  hero  of  the  Legend  and  the  founder  of  the 
System,  now  ranks  among  the  highest  of  the  Feejee  divinities. 
His  name  is  held  religiously  sacred,  and  he  is  always  addressed 
as  the  "god  of  the  psycho-pompous  function." 

Much  additional  information  concerning  him  may  be  found 
in  the  translator's  forthcoming  work,  "The  Cyclopaedia  of 
Feejee  Literature," 


Pacific  Bank  makes  a  Specialty  of  Collections. 


VOCABULAEY  TO  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA.      55 


VOCABULARY. 


Brek-e-kex-co-ax Bull-frog. 

Bee-del , Fat  man. 

Bee-no-nee  Dear  darling. 

Boo Pshaw! 

Clog-a-logs Boots. 

Cutta-dido Pigeon's  wing. 

Doan-chu-no-me Fever. 

Doodel-doo Rooster. 

Feesh-go-bang Musquito . 

Gusta-blo-za Storm-wind. 

Hi-ai-ai Yes,  of  course. 

Hitta-ka  dink Lullaby. 

Ho-aug-ho Yes,  by  all  means. 

Kimo-kairo Bretty  Pollie. 

Lawiii-weeper Handkerchief. 

Lingo-sneedel . .    , Bluebird. 

Lum-ba-go Snipe. 

Marcosset Ancient  Nurse. 

Me-le-wee-get  Lighteiiing-bug. 

Milkanwatha Star-born. 

Mulee-donkee Good  boy. 

Mus-tug-giii Verdant  valley. 

Ninkumpoops Feejee  tribe. 

Nil-le-pip Chippie. 

Noodles Feejee  tribe. 

Nau-she-a-tus Doctors. 

O-pee-pod   Bullfinch. 

Pa-pa-niania Storm-fool. 

Peek-week Squirrel. 

Pee-ne-wig Turkey  buzzard. 

Plow-et-tup Corn-field. 

Pogee-wo-gee   Sweet-potato. 

Pacific  Bank  was  Established  in  1863. 


56   VOCABULARY  TO  SONG  OF  MILKANWATHA. 

Po-nee-rag-bag Land  far  down. 

Quag Duck. 

Rig-dam-bol-le-met-a-kimo Partridge. 

Roo-ta-ba-ga Magic  leggins. 

Rum-pa-lu nip-kin Sweet  singer. 

Snap-po Pinching-beetle. 

Snap-peter ....  Dragon-fly. 

Silli-niiikum Sweet  piper. 

•     ••  Splosh-ka-swosh-ky Sound  of  water. 

Sticka-ta-wa-in Flea. 

Shoo-ne-boo-be Brave  boy. 

•  Sum-punk-in Jolly  wag. 

*  Wot-el-sha-ku Ague. 

Thimbel-iiubbin Big  Dipper. 

Tiz-za-riz-zen Sound  of  breezes. 

Watta-puddel  Rushing  river. 

Yal-la-gal ' Woodchuck. 


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The  following  Table  of  daily  small  sav 
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Interest  compounded  every  six  months. 


Per  Day, 

jM&el! 
.11. 

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Sl.lO 
1.37. 

J 
..amounts  to  —     s 

\  Year. 
$     10 
<     20 
'     4O 
•  ion 

'  200 
'  400 

•  500 

10  Years. 
$      130 
'      2OO 
'      520 
'  1,300 
<  2,000 
'  5,200 
'  0,500 

* 

50  Years. 
2.900 
5.SOO 
1  1  .000 
29.OOO 
5S.OOO 
1  1  0.OOO 
1  45.000 

Deposits  from  any  part  of  the  Pacific  Coast 
may  be  sent  by  registered  letter,  post  office  money 
order,  bank  draft  or  express. 

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Surplus, 

Undivided  Profits, 
Average  Resources, 


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15,OOO.OO 

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